My Muscles Are Fine

My muscles are fine, it’s in my fucking bones
Let me lean into the line I mean the ocean is only as deep as leviathan goes
But he goes on down, and I’m old now
The surface is quiet, the sunshine has shone

My muscles are fine, it’s in my fucking bones
Let me lean into the line I mean my fathers were into carving shit into stone
You look good the way you wear the fabric of time
I just tie it to the post and hope the wind blows me back to 2009

My muscles are fine, it’s in my fucking bones
Let me lean into the line I mean some moments are so good it’s like they never actually happened
So look inside every ship inside a bottle that you find
All this will be mine, even if it means filling it with sorrow

It’s somewhere to go
Somewhere to go

My muscles are fine, it’s in my fucking bones
Let me lean into the line I mean I’m glad my sadness is just some bad fiction
But when parties start up again I will still not have a thing to wear
Oh what would I do, if sadness came true

The surface is quiet, the sunshine has shone
Let me lean into the line I mean that despite how it looks I am not turning into some ocean monster who forgets his way home
But I won’t regret the good times
My muscles are fine, it’s in my fucking bones

It’s somewhere to go
Somewhere to go
It’s somewhere to go, and it’s
Someone to know, and it’s
One way to be, and it’s
One way to go, and it’s
Someone to please, and it’s
Somewhere to go